“Dame,” quoth this January, “take good heed, At after meat, ye with your women all (When that ye be in chamb’r out of this hall), That all ye go to see this Damian: Do him disport, he is a gentle man; And tellë him that I will him visíte, Have I nothing but rested me a lite: 2904 And speed you fastë, for I will abide Till that ye sleepë fastë by my side.” And with that word he gan unto him call A squiër, that was marshal of his hall, And told him certain thingës that he wo’ld. This freshë May hath straight her way y-hold, With all her women, unto Damian. Down by his beddë’s sidë sat she than, 2905 Comfórting him as goodly as she may. This Damian, when that his time he say, 2906 In secret wise his purse, and eke his bill, In which that he y-written had his will, Hath put into her hand withoutë more, Save that he sighed wondrous deep and sore,